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Days Gone By
Sitting by the kitchen fire
Memories coming from afar
Of bygone days when life was fun
Remembering summers filled with sun
Running 'round from dawn 'till dusk
Seldom, if ever was there a fuss.
Playing house and making mud pies
For visitors we thought might just drop by
Or paddling in the water at the old backstrand
Playing games, gathering shells and making castles in the sand.
Thoes days were free from stress and worry
No one seemed in any hurry.
Modern times not like before
When old folks leaned on the ould half door
Time for a chat when passing by
Of saving the hay and getting turf dry
When the long days work was over and no more to be done
Neighbours rambled in each others houses for the craic and a bit of fun
Thoes were the days most will agree
When time and patience were flowing free
Better or worse I cannot decide
But I know one thing for sure
You can never turn back time nor tide.
By Pat Hennigan